there are some things i just won't ever understand about people ( Read more... )

these are your words that bubble up soft lyrical between
and litter this airy mindscape
where i count seconds until
the pressure crashes over onto itself
and the moment suspends above
a state that is a shape as i am in.

the other night elliot and i met this 58 year old sage at victoria's. i'd never been there before and something compelled me to go. now i'm thinking it was fated that i run into this character there. he was drunk and bothering us at the bar, and i was hesitant to listen to him but something about his eyes and the glow between them pricked my ear ( Read more... )

it's time to do some weeding ( Read more... )

i'm drunk on the charm
of your sweater that's
making eyes with
my fingertips
that are laughing
and making love to the silence
as time kisses your memory
and you bury secrets between me
your breath makes its way soft
into this moment.

when i brought my wrecked bike in the guys at once ridden laughed at me and inquired as to where my broken arms and legs were. apparently i bent the frame so bad as to make it unsafe to even attempt to fix. way to go anna. so they're gonna scrape some pieces off the ol' free spirit and patch them on to a schwinn that's not so shiny. i shouldn't ( Read more... )

for awhile there they were exhilirating. i would go and ride for miles and see the guy who plays the keyboard while he rides or hear someone playing bagpipes at whetstone. and then all this negativity. people are getting attacked, and 2 accidents. bad things come in shifts ( Read more... )

there comes a time when you have to realize that
the truth is, you just can't depend on anyone but yourself. the ins and outs are yours and yours alone. i guess ownership is sometimes a comfortable thing. from now on i am owning up to the good and the bad.

i love that the lunar cycle has more control over my menses than my birth control. there's just something ephemeral about it.

this fever beats a red royal flush
on my buttefly wings
a thickness enveloping
quick and then slight
i am the winged mistress
blowing out the lit wicks of eyes
like some soft service
waxing mystic to this unmatchable mind
and with a hardening breath
i am once again singular.